Im twenty now....
20....
i've been living in this world for 1/5 of a decade.

But im starting to question the ability of time to mould a person..
to be more matured.

THe JUNe days

I looked and pondered,
Where would all these go?
Its like a container of water,
water that dances with the alternate tilting of the container.

I searched and observed,
Where are they going?
Its like an evergoing construction site,
where workers marches and do not ever sweat.

I thought and talked,
What am i doing?
Its like an never ending vicious cycle,
where my mind is frozen with endless boredom.

I yearn for my wings,
I wish to fly and soar,
I hope that the hands would move double its speed,

Just hopes it ends.............